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roronoaswifey · 1 year

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𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐂𝐒, monster trio

summary. inviting the monster trio to your annual family cookout

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x black!reader

warnings/tags. slight foul language, alcohol consumption, implied weed consumption, wholesome meeting the family content, reader is black but fic can be applied to all races

wc. 2.9k

kazu’s note. tee helped inspire me… even if the idea was all mine xo 💋 @sanjisblackasswife

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

“let’s fucking go!”

→ he’s oddly excited to go, mainly because of all the fun stories you’d told him in the past and food

→ wherever there’s a fun time and food, you know luffy’s down

→ the second you stepped in, you lost your boyfriend. in the overwhelming swarm of greetings and hugs and kisses, luffy was nowhere to be found

→ you were asked by all family members where was this boyfriend of yours and your left brow twitched in suspicion, cause where else would the bastard be at this ripe hour?

→ ding ding ding, the kitchen of course.

→ he leaned over the counter, eyes shimmering in want as he drooled over whatever seemed to be cooking in the crockpot

→ your mother eyed him suspiciously, lost and completely confused as to who this clearly non family member was doing in her kitchen

→ you found him and easily, smacking the back of his head while scolding him on proper etiquette, to which he pouted and argued that,

→ “but i’m hungry!”

→ “dumbass, where are your manners?”

→ your mom didn’t take it to heart, however. she appreciated how he could distinctively spot a good dish from away

→ after poutingly introducing himself, luffy beamed at the premade plate in front of him, thanking your mom endlessly with hugs before diving into his meal

→ though stunned by the way he inhaled his meal down, your mom was also impressed by his go-lucky nature, going as far as ruffling his hair affectionately

→ luffy’s definitely best friends with the younger cousins. he keeps up with their games, laughs along at anything and agrees when they ask him to bring them to a nearby park

→ they ask for story times of adventures when he’s at sea, and listen with heart eyes as he tells them about the amount of sea kings he’s slaughtered and bad men he’s defeated, going as far as re-enacting the situations

→ he’s also at the center of the mosh when adults ask the kids to dance for money. he isn’t even doing it for the money, he’s just so full of energy and everyone loves his vibe so much

→ he definitely makes money off it though

→ dinnertime is horrendous. he’s got a big appetite, and you warned your family beforehand, but naturally they’re still in shock at the way he basically SWALLOWS the table.

→ your mom is a huge fan, prepping beforehand containers of food so he doesn’t go hungry

→ even if he’s basically gobbling down his and other people’s share of food, luffy is known for his outgoing and warm personality, so of course he’s the center of entertainment

→ he’s cracking jokes, singing off key, dancing ridiculously and your family seems to be eating it up. they laugh like he’s the funniest man, sing along as if he was making sense, even hype him up when he dances foolishly

→ at some point in the day he’s so stuffed he ends up knocked out with some random kid in one of the rooms upstairs, snoring with the child snuggling into his torso, damn near rolling over him

→ nighttime falls before luffy wants, and eventually it’s time for y’all to go back, but lemme tell you this man is so bummed out

→ not only does your family bash you for “gatekeeping” him from them for so long, but luffy’s pressed because not everybody seems to have left but now you’re forcing him to go too??

→ “lu, we gotta set sail tonight or else nami’ll have both our heads on a platter!”

→ “i don’t care! i’m captain, and i decide we stay!”

→ you’re so ready to shove your fist down his throat when your mom shows up, containers full of food in her hold as she offers a simple solution that has luffy obeying uncharacteristically easily

→ you rolled your eyes, grabbing the packed food as your mom smothered luffy in kisses, thanking him for having shown up and expects to see him more often

→ she also gives him the sentimental “look after my daughter” speech as if he’s not the one that needs to be looked over

→ luffy replies with his infamous laugh, hugging your mom back as his answer makes your chest bloom with warmth,

→ “of course! y/n’s the love of my life.”

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

→ “uh…”

→ that’s the face he made the second y’all entered the house, greeted by your skeptical dad who gave him an offish look

→ “so you the thug my baby’s dating?”

→ “dad.” you gave your dad a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes, waving off as he claimed he was joking, but the way zoro was frozen is fear (?) suggested otherwise

→ so, rough start, but zoro decides he’s gonna try his best to make your family approve of him. i guess it helps he brought a bottle of wine (selected by sanji ofc) to woo the fam

→ he follows as you make your way towards the backyard, greeted with love and hollers as everyone chants how it’s been so long since they last saw you

→ you get hugs and kisses from uncles, aunties, grandparents, family friends and cousins, whole time zoro stands behind you like 🧍waiting for you to finish

→ “gonna introduce us to your hunk of a man?” some thirsty auntie practically ogles zoro and he’s frozen to pieces again at the attention on him

→ you roll your eyes and nudge zoro forward to introduce himself, and he inwardly curses you for setting him up like that

→ “roronoa zoro… ma’am.” you nearly decked him up the head for the unneeded formal greeting, but your family laughed it off, amused by his sternness

→ “your name roronoa?”

→ “no sir. i’m japanese.”

→ “well that’s new.” you glared at the same thirsty auntie, hoping she wasn’t somewhat shading you for your taste in men

→ regardless, zoro went through the crowd and attempted to present himself, though it was unnecessarily stiff, you rubbed your hand on his back for his efforts

→ zoro finds it really hard to find peace and quiet at events like these, though he doesn’t hate it but isn’t exactly used to so much familial love in one place especially with the lack of family growing up

→ he does find peace in the normality of everything, no piracy or wild government issues involved

→ your dad manages to find him and challenges him alongside the other uncles to a drinking contest, but because you know you have an advantage, you decide to place bets on winners

→ bets are predictable enough; everyone besides your mom and you bet on the undefeated champion that was your dad. joke’s on them cause naturally zoro won

→ he swipes his hand over his mouth, smirking at your dad across the table as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest and smirking tauntingly back you guys looked so badass

→ your dad eyes you both saltily, and zoro fears he fucked up yet again by taking the challenge too seriously, but when your dad breaks out in laughter and gives his hand to shake, a sweat dropped from his hairline in relief

→ you made about 350$

→ your (single) aunties cannot get over how good looking he is. they swarm around him, praising him for his out-of-this-world visuals and smother all over him, pulling at his cheeks and tugging at his biceps

→ and in returns he’s just like “uh, thank you.” while giving you a look to save him, but you’re evil and let him suffer alone

→ now when the kids get ahold of this man, just wish him goodnight at this point cause you’re not seeing this man for the rest of the night

→ they love this man ☠️ is it the fact that he seems so unappeased and stoic, or the fact that he’s a new piece of meat to bother, he really couldn’t tell

→ they tug on his arms, sit on his lap, play with his hair, and ask for stories of what it’s like to be at sea while being such a strong pirate

→ “you got three swords?!” “i do.” “can i use them?! please?!” “i’m pretty sure y/n would kill me.” “no she wouldn’t! she lets me play with swords all the time!” “uh…”

→ when you caught him giving piggyback and airplane rides to your very happy younger sister, you leaned against the doorframe and teased him about how well they got along to which he bluntly denied

→ you saw the fond smile on his face tho

→ still you drag him downstairs to meet up with your older cousins and family friends, slipping on some slides as your dad corners y’all at the entrance

→ “we’re gonna go take a walk.” you smile sheepishly, kissing his cheek and your father gives you a look, seeing easily past your lame excuse but does nothing to stop y’all

→ “we are?” your confused boyfriend mumbled, tugging your sundress and your cousins and friends laughed at his naivety, saying something along the lines that they’d get along just well

→ the walk taught him a few things; weed is definitely not for him nor his throat, you get overly affectionate when you’re high and your one short friend is hilarious when he’s hungry

→ he gets along well with other significant others of family members, all in the same “freshly arrived” boat. he and your sister’s boyfriend actually bonded over the kendo matches airing on the sports channel

→ when night comes, he’s almost drained by how much social interaction he was put through. you wish everybody a goodnight and they threaten you to bring him back to the next function “or else”.

→ you’re at the door with leftovers and drinks, and when you leave the door, zoro realizes he probably should privately share his goodbyes to your dad, and so he goes back when you don’t notice

→ you noticed you were talking to yourself for a while, so you frown and wonder if your man got lost while you were busy ranting about how happy you were

→ you head back to the house, ready to search for a lost moss but you halt your step when you hear familiar voices talking

→ “you take good care of my baby, roronoa. she better be in one piece next time y’all come ‘round. got it?”

→ you roll your eyes at your dad’s usual protectiveness, ready to counter on his behalf but you’re cut to the chase by your boyfriend,

→ “i love her, sir. nothing bad’s ever gonna happen as long as i’m around, i swear.”

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

→ “sounds like a good idea, my love!”

→ sanji blends in with your family alarmingly well. it’s barely been a few minutes since y’all got in, and he presents himself with bouquets of flowers and wine, and the whole house has fallen head over heels for him

→ sanji used to be a waiter alongside a sous chef, so his conversational skills are flawless. he knows exactly what to say to make your members feel listened, nods when they speak and engage in their stories

→ your mom is in love with this man. when he presented himself, he reached out his hand and when she laid hers in his, he kissed her knuckles all gentlemanly and gave a wink, and she was weak in the knees

→ you had no worries about sanji meeting your family, you knew they’d fall for his charms just as you did

→ unsurprisingly, most of his time is spent in the kitchen with the ladies, even though they tell him he can go relax elsewhere with the men. he presses that he’s fine and he’s willing to help with the preparation, as he is the chef’s cook

→ you find him minutes later wearing an apron cutting up vegetables, laughing brightly at whatever story your mother had to share

→ while he spends his time in there, the tipsy aunties spill and rant all the family’s tea, from unplanned pregnancies to cheating scandals, and sanji’s nosy ass is all in for the business, going as far as asking questions and throwing in his own opinions

→ like imagine “you’re joking! is that not her sister’s ex man?! what a low blow!” “i know right? she’s been shady as fuck.” he gasps dramatically, hand on his hip as he pauses from mincing the garlic

→ dramatic bastard

→ he offers to help set up the table as he’s used to doing it on the ship, and your mom almost feels bad for making her guest help her with everything, but he expertly holds plates in his hands as he winks, “anything for my mother-in-law, mademoiselle.”

→ he’s so used to eating last, making sure everyone’s gotten a good taste before he can sit back, so he’s taken aback when your mom slides him a plate on the counter

→ you’re rolling your eyes playfully as sanji tries to push the plate back respectfully and offers that your mom eats before he does, since she did make everything

→ “give it a rest, she’s as stubborn as you are.” you nudge your shoulder against his, and he straight up pouts, before nodding and thanking her for the meal

→ he was stunned at the outburst of flavours, not having ever tasted anything as unique as soul food in his life. he has literal hearts out of his eyes and his mother mentions warmheartedly how cartoon-like it was little does she know

→ though you underestimated sanji’s stubbornness when you caught him doing the dishes, claiming he was unloading the amount of work your mom would have to do

→ she was baffled by his kindness, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss at his temple, chanting how he was her new favorite and you teasingly scoffed at the bashful blush that crept at sanji’s face

→ your younger sister is in love with him. like, actual love. she wants to marry him and keep him in her room for the rest of her life, so she says.

→ when nobody wanted to play dollhouse with her, he felt his chest ache at the way she seemed defeated, instantly reminded by his own childhood, so he offered to play with her and she was immediately crushing

→ “sanji, i love you! be my husband!”

→ he chuckles sheepishly, “but what about your sister, darling? it wouldn’t be room nice if i left her alone.”

→ your sister pouts and has tears swelling in her eyes, and sanji is such a sucker he gets swept in by her manipulative tactics, that he leans forward on a knee and holds her hand reassuringly.

→ “how about you get older first, then we’ll talk, okay? you’re still my favorite after all.” he ruffled her hair and revelled in the way she looked away so shyly, nodding before running away

→ “i’m wounded, sanji.” you flatly spoke, a smirk on your lips as he rose to his feet, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment

→ while you laid in the living room and digested dessert, you suddenly missed the presence of your boyfriend as he was hogged by your mom all day

→ you got up and made your way to the kitchen, to which you saw sanji sat across the counter, notepad and pen in his hands as he scribbled on the paper while your mother rambled

→ “what’s going on here?” you eyed the two suspiciously, who both froze mid-action, before turning to you like a deer caught in headlights

→ they both denied that anything was happening, that they were just catching up on their lives as if that wasn’t what they’d been doing all night. you sighed, letting it slide as you beckoned him over, complaining you missed him

→ eventually the night came to an end, and everyone was bummed that he was leaving. it almost made you feel like they could care less about you ☠️

→ everyone sent sanji kisses and hugs, forcing him to come by and visit, and to bring something he made next time so they can ogle at yet another skill of his. he promised he’d blow their minds away, with a kiss at their knuckles ofc

→ your little sister was so bummed, tearing up at the door as she watched you guys get ready to leave, and sanji desperately didn’t want her to be mad with him, so he told her to turn around, and he unclasped her necklace and slipped one of his rings on her chain, before putting it back on her neck.

→ her eyes mimicked his similar heart eyes expression, dropping her teddy on the floor as sanji kissed her knuckles. you thumped him up the head and told him to hurry up so y’all could leave

→ deep down you were happy that he was getting along with your bitter baby sister you were just tired

→ your mom was the last guest to watch you off, and after hugging you goodbye, she moved onto her new favorite and hugged him too, before pulling away and holding his hands affectionately

→ “i’m so glad y/n found you. keep her happy sanji, you’re a great boy.” she had tears swelling in her eyes, and when sanji tightened the hold on her hands, you watched him with hidden admiration,

→ “i’m the lucky one, mademoiselle. i’ll do my damn hardest to give her the happy life she deserves.”

i gave up halfway leave me alone 💀

#roronoaswifey.exe #kazuha’s works 📂#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x black!reader #one piece x reader #luffy x black reader #luffy x reader #zoro x black reader #zoro x reader #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece fanfic #x reader

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chaifootsteps · 13 days

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One of the things that frustrates me about Viv's designs is that they don't really tell me anything about the character's motivations or personality.

If I came knowing nothing about Hazbin and you tell me that Cherry Bomb is a punk from the 80's, Sir Pentious an inventor from Victorian England and Alastor a radio host from the 1920's I would have a very hard time believing you.

(((Especially since for some reason, Viv dresses almost all her male characters in Hazbin with some variant of the same suit and bowtie)))

But I think that no - other design frustrates me more than Nifty's. She is supposed to be a Japanese housewife from the fifties. Yet her dress is looks more like a Halloween costume of a fifties girl than something women would actually use at the time.

Her hair is not even accurate, it should be more curly since perms were really big among Japanese women during that time.

However, the fact that she wears a costume of a fifties woman could come in handy if you write a decent backstory.

Let's start by saying that Nifty was not an adult during the fifties, she was actually born during the early sixties into a very conservative and traditional family who told her that the only thing she needed to worry was to marry a decent man, have kids and take care of the house.

Like a 50's woman!

This caused Nifty, a very extroverted and playful child who loved bugs and mud, to have a pretty stressed-out childhood. Every time her mother found her playing in the garden and getting dirty she was beaten. The germo-phobia she developed as a adult was partially because of this, since filled with germs = being harshly punished she always made sure everything was clean.

Eventually when she was 19, her parents arranged a marriage with a businessman and they tied the knot not even a year later.

Her husband was not bad,

He was rather handsome, had a stable job, a big house in Tokyo and could even afford going on vacation once a year.

If only he wasn't the most boring man alive then things probably would have been different.

Whatever he genuinely loved Nifty or not is completely irrelevant when he treated her more like a housemate than an actual wife. They even slept in separate beds and the only time they spend together was during dinnertime and then 30 minutes of TV before going to bed.

NIfty was suffocating in her marriage.

But is not like she could say something. The one time she tried talking to her mom about it, she just told her to "be thankful" to have so much free time since things will change when she has children.

Well, she and her husband hadn't been intimate since their weeding night, so that wasn't happening any time soon.

That stayed the same for a while, until one night, while watching TV with her husband a local boy/band appeared on screen

It was the early 90s and boy bands were allll the rage.

New bands formed every day and this particular one didn't seem too different from the rest. Except that maybe, the Bad Boy of the group captivated a 30 year old Nifty and rocked her world in a way she hadn't experimented before.

At the start everything seemed normal, she started by buying one CD or two, attending meet and greats in local malls and going to their concerts. Nifty didn't want her husband getting involved, so she got a part-time job to cover those extra expenses and not use her husbands money.

Of course almost all the merch she bought was of Bad Boy

Soon, she started having this fantasies, dreams were B.B confused his undying love for her and took her away form her boring husband and into a live of adventure and music. B.B was a real man, rebellious and strong that would be able to keep emotion and passion in her life unlike her husband.

Those dreams helped her to live another day, and maybe it was because of this dependency that Nifty started to believe that those fantasies were real. That she and B.B were a secret couple and the meet and greats they had were really "dates" that they had to do in secret from her husband.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter a time before dear Nifty became one of those fans who you end up seeing in a police lineup and reading in the newspaper the minute she started stalking B.B and talking about him as if he was her boyfriend with whoever may listen.

All went into a breaking point when one day, Nifty just got tired waiting for B.B to take her away from her boring life. Thinking about it she just came to the conclusion that it was her dear old hubby the one that was keeping B.B away from her.

That has to be it.

Her husband must be preventing B.B from fulfilling his promise!

What lies did he told him about her?

Does he want me as his prisioner forever?!

This is not staying like this!

That night, after her husband fell asleep, Nifty woke up, went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed her spouse 30 times before ending his life with one clean slit in the throat.

Now that the bore is dead, she and her precious Bad Boy could be together forever! Now he has no excuse to not fulfill his promise! A new life filled with love, excitement and adventure awaits!

But first she needs to clean, everything ended up a disaster.

Maybe it was the excitement she was feeling, or it was too dark to properly read the labels, but mixing cleaning chemicals can actually be extremely dangerous. You may create a very dangerous gas that could potentially kill you.

That morning, the neighbors woke up due a very strong smell and they shouted the minute they found dead bodies of Nifty and her husband. She had her skin partially burned as she had felt face down the mix of cleaning solutions that took her life.

And you and me know, where she ended

Congratulations, Niffty's yours now! You're clearly more qualified to be writing her. Please cherish her.

#katsdrawlike #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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jaysgirlx · 9 months

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Hey! First things first, I absolutely adore your writing. I though about something for Jason. Well, that request only makes sense if you've read Batam: Wayne Family Adventures on Webtoon (if you haven't, read it! It's awesome). In chapter 5, the Batboys have a push-up competition during the day and by dinnertime everyone is almost dead from tiredness and pain in their arms, they can't even eat, I thought of the reader feeding Jason while the others laugh or beg for it help too.

awww thank you for the compliment and I have read the Batfam comic!

❥ pairing: jason todd x batfam f!reader au

❥ warnings: just jason begging for help and attention (we need more of these)

❥ wc: 474

"Sweetheart pleaseeee"

"Jason Peter Todd, you are a grown man, figure it out"

"C'mon just feed me, it won't kill ya"

"Would you like for me to kill you?"

"No ma'am?" He said looking back at his dinner ate full of food. You then looked over at the rest of the brothers struggling to even move their arms and sighed. You looked around the room, reminding yourself how ridiculous all of this was. Then looked at who was shoving his face at his food like a toddler.

"Fine, I'll feed you"

The room went silent quickly and all eyes fell on you for a brief moment. Tim dropped the spoon that he had been holding up with his food and Dick looked like he was about to burst into laughter.

I'll never live this down, will I?

"Awww you're the best-" before Jason could finish you shoved a spoonful of his food into his mouth and repeated that act. By now everyone at the table was laughing and not necessarily at you but at Jason who seemed to almost be choking on his food.

"Wait, wait-"

"You wanted to be fed so I'm feeding you Jay,

"But-" another spoonful of rice.

"Now stop talking while your mouth is full!"

No matter how annoying this man was, you loved him endlessly.

After quite an eventful dinner, you were now lying in Jason's arms though it was just less than an hour ago that you had been shoving food down his through like a mad woman.

"m'sorry baby for annoying you," Jason said holding you close to his chest. He stroked your back, gently massaging some rigid or tense areas. He loved playing around with you but never when it upsets you. "I didn't mean to make you mad"

You giggle and cup his face into your hands, "It's okay Jaybird, plus it was fun shoving all that food down your mouth" you say, pinching his cheeks softly, which were now probably sore from all the food you had shoved in his mouth. C'mon you know he deserved it, even though you could've been a bit nicer.

You could never truly be mad with Jsson even when he did things that annoyed you all day. The feelings you had for him cancelled out any other feeling you got. You hadn't even been mad when he enacted that stupid contest with his brothers. You knew it was ridiculous but you liked that about him, you liked that Jason still loved to have fun and be competitive. It gave you a reason not to worry about him, not that you really had to.

The way the two of you just lay there in each other's arms always made you feel warm and fuzzy, there was no way for you to be mad at him at this point. You just wanted to enjoy the time you got to spend with Jason even if he was annoying for the majority of it.

"It was fun for your babe, not me for me"

"Then next time feed yourself!"

"Whatever say, pretty girl"

"Jason-"

"You still like me right?" Jason asked half seriously, half joking. He hoped that he hadn't upset you but he couldn't tell, he was really bad when it came to reading you. "Cause I get it if you really are angry" he said quietly.

You sigh with a soft smile painting your lips, "I could never be mad at you Jay"

#✩ kleo's kollection ✩#✩ secret messages ✩#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd is red hood #dick grayson #tim drake

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cboffshore · 3 months

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with very little respect to that one feral Chima-purity-defender: here's that thing I was talking about the other day I now formally present THE SLOG THEORY.

obviously, this is STUPID rough. In order to make this way more accurate, I'd have to know how many normal days each season of Chima and Ninjago takes, which... not happening. I ain't doing that. This is very heavily rounded and largely for illustrative purposes.

(@ghostwalloper said I was cooking. It's dinnertime, pal.)

The original joke was that, since Chima is such a pain in the ass to watch and feels like it takes forever, obviously time in that realm must be WAY slower than in Ninjago, and only equalizes when The Merge happens and throws everything into a blender. Hence the name Slog Theory. I'm building on the time slowness thing here, because it's FUNNY. I could be entirely wrong - maybe everything in Chima happens in the span of five Ninjago minutes during the first season and they're just sitting around for the rest of the time.

Reading the chart: Blue side is Chima, with season chunks numbered. Red is Ninjago. Please note that the Ninjago season numbers are off to the side, ABOVE their related chunk, due to space. The purple V shape is when the Merge happens well after the end of N15. I drew this on my phone over breakfast, okay? Don't come at me for that. With that being said, I kept all of the time chunks on each side approximately the same just for ease of drawing, because - once again, for the people in the back - there is no way I am going back and doing the math to figure out exactly how many regular days each season takes. That's impossible. There are clues, sure, but WAY too many cuts. Just roll with it, please.

See those green zones on the blue Chima side? Those are our KEY POINTS. There are three, each correlating to some spot on the Ninjago side. They are:

The infamous Possession cameo. My brief research shows that this is an edited scene from EP 15 of C1, which leaves us two possibilities: either the cameo scene with Lloyd and Morro present is canon to BOTH sides, or history repeated itself on the Chima side after the original Eris/other bird iteration, and they all went to hang out on that hill again, hoping to see another fight. And boy did they deliver! Besides that scene EXPLICITLY being an edited version of one from C1, we also know that character lineup is consistent with C1.

The Beaver Portal thing from the second have of N11. It's trickier to place this in the Chima timeline because it doesn't have any of the main characters involved to indicate what season it happens in via armor or lineup, so I just let it fall where it may, which loosely suggests it happens somewhere off to the side between C2 and C3.

The final cliffhanger shot. Following with the time line I've already established with the other cameos, approximately 4-5 seasons have passed since the last one, which puts this after the end of N15 - right around where the Merge would kick off DR. Which would explain why we never see the Chima characters go have adventures down there - reality gets shredded first! Like, right after that shot!

Anyway! It's ultimately all pretty pointless - we're over here fighting over a toy commercial, after all - but I thought that drawing and writing it out a little more thoroughly helped me out, so I hope it helps you all, too.

#lila speaks #ninjago #legends of chima #Ninjago dragons rising spoilers #analysis freak lila back on her bullshit

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impishtubist · 1 year

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happy birthday, aqua-myosotis <3

For @aqua-myosotis on your birthday. I hope you have the best day!

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In the days leading up to the full moon, Remus can generously be called cranky. Privately, James thinks that Moony the wolf is less volatile than Remus in human form right before the moon.

In the days after, though, Remus is a delight. He spends at least twenty-four hours moon drunk. The comedown from the moon is like a high for him, and taking care of him is always an adventure.

Today, though, Sirius gets called into work the afternoon after the full, so Remus duty falls to James alone. Remus convinces him that they must grab dinner in Muggle London, and then they’ll do some shopping while they wait for Sirius to get home. James is only too happy to agree. He loves spending money on Remus. It’s one of his favorite things.

The owner of Remus’s favorite record store doesn’t bat an eye at Remus’s behavior, probably because Remus has actually been high in his shop on multiple occasions over the years. It doesn’t go over as well at Remus’s favorite bookshop, because he keeps dramatically reading passages from various erotica novels out loud until James, quaking with silent laughter, has to usher him out of the shop.

James had been hoping that most of Remus’s moon drunk state would pass by dinnertime, but it shows no sign of abating. They’re on their way to the restaurant when Remus suddenly disappears from James’s side, and by the time James realizes what’s happening, Remus is already halfway across the street.

“Rem!” James calls, running after him and casting a few discreet spells to make some cars stop in their tracks. “Hey, you can’t just do that.”

“But James, look.” Remus has his nose pressed to the glass of a shop window. “It’s Padfoot.”

James chokes on a laugh when he spots the black puppy sleeping in a pile with its siblings. “Er, he’s a little small to be Padfoot, love.”

“Oh!” Remus says, ignoring him. “There’s another one. Hi, Paddy! Hi! Jamie, we have to go say hi to Padfoot.”

In all, there are four all-black puppies in the pet shop. Remus grabs James’s hand and drags him around the store to visit each one, and then he turns pleading eyes on James.

“Oh, no,” James mutters.

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It probably would have been fine if it had stopped there, James reasons. What are four puppies, anyway? They already live with one Padfoot, who’s at least eight times bigger than one of the puppies. Four puppies is nothing!

But then Remus drags James across town to visit another pet shop, and then to a third one, and then they stop by a shelter on their way back home.

It’s at that point that James admits that maybe he should have put his foot down.

But how is he supposed to resist those pleading eyes? Merlin, Remus is going to be the death of him.

“Hi, Padfoot, you’re so handsome,” Remus coos. He’s laying on their kitchen floor, and all of the puppies are climbing on him, all clamoring for attention. All fourteen of them. “Oh, yes, you are too. And you! Such pretty boys, yes you are. So many pretty Padfoots.”

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Sirius is too tired to dig for his key, so he unlocks their front door wandlessly and steps into the house with a sigh of relief. Merlin, what a day.

He’s only just shrugged out of his jacket when there’s a commotion from the kitchen, and the sound of many nails scampering across hardwood flooring. He turns around, and is instantly besieged by a dozen puppies.

Puppies?

Twelve--no, fourteen--black puppies are yipping at his feet, putting their little paws on his legs and wiggling their adorable little butts.

“Hey, Pads.” James comes out of the kitchen looking sheepish. Remus is hanging on his arm, a dopey smile on his face. “Welcome home.”

“Padfoot!” Remus exclaims. “Look! I got you Padfoots!”

“You got me…me,” Sirius says.

Remus comes up to him and kisses his cheek. “‘Cause I love you a lot.”

“I love you, too, babe.” Sirius wraps him in a hug, glaring at James over Remus’s shoulder. “But we’re never leaving you alone with Prongs again.”

James pouts. “It’s not my fault! He did the thing with his eyes.”

Sirius kisses the side of Remus’s head. “You’ve got Jamie wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

“Yep,” Remus says, popping the p. Sirius feels his forehead. The post-moon fever has finally broken, thank goodness. A good night’s sleep, and Remus will be back to normal in the morning.

“Come on, you.” Sirius wraps an arm around his waist and steers him toward the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The puppies pile into the bed, too. There’s no room leftover for James or Sirius.

“Er,” James says, “there’s Harry’s bed? He’s not going to need it until the summer.”

But Harry’s bed barely fits James, let alone the two of them, and Sirius ends up having to drape himself basically on top of his husband to stay on the bed.

“From now on,” he whispers, “I’m on Remus duty.”

#imp is writing #wolfstarbucks #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #this is probably the dumbest thing i have ever written and i'm so sorry #i love you a lot!!!!#i promise this fic sounded better in my head lmao #cw drug mention #but he's not actually on drugs

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groundbreakingdot872 · 8 months

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arthur had a stuffed animal when he was little—

the most moth-bitten, dusty, and disturbed looking teddy you’d ever seen, but it was his. perfect for tucking under an elbow, or pulling snugly under his nose to take deep breaths in and out, as Gaius had practiced with him.

and when the night stole dark over the castle windows, and the rough and rumble of the day’s horrors came to frighten him at bedtime, he pressed Sir Teddy into service at the foot of his bed, black buttoned eyes at attention. or when he spotted shadows over his father’s shoulders at dinnertime, and branches creaked like assassins in the night, Sir Teddy was snuggled dutifully by his side through every nightmare, handsome in his knitted Camelot red.

most times though, when the world got too noisy and too bright, and he was too big to hide behind his nursemaid’s skirts like he had when he was little, he just shut his eyes tight like the brave boy he had to be, and bore it.

but there didn’t seem to be any harm of having Sir Teddy come along for the adventures, hidden away at practice tournaments, and stuffed in his knapsack on trips, and peeking out from drawers at lessons. as long as his father wasn’t made aware, it seemed perfectly acceptable to Arthur to have his wool stuffed soldier at his right side. always.

and for a short while, he didn’t have to be princely, or perfect, or honorable in sniffling away the fear, but just what he was.

—a little boy who missed his mum with an ache so fierce he went about punching the hurt into other places. but even then, in the bruising loneliness, the nights were a little less endless with Sir Teddy as a loyal friend by his side. and as a terrific substitute for the one thing Arthur wished for the most.

#I love the idea of Arthur having a knighted Teddy when he was little #skirting the lines between child’s play and the terrible loneliness he must’ve warded off #trying to put his faith in something he could rely on to never leave his side #im so emotional about it #arthur as a child!!#tears #arthur pendragon

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Moments: Family Dinner

Moments masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Baby Thomas says his first word.

Moments Moodboard by: @margowritesthings

Warnings: none… domestic fluff.

Word Count: 0.8k

Author’s Note: Unbetaed. Just a little domestic scene for Moments that wouldn’t leave my brain until I wrote it down. More Benedict being a total girl dad for @iboopedyournose. I hope you all enjoy this lil NYD fluffy drabble, to counterbalance the filth I posted yesterday lol <3

“Bleurghhh, what is that?” Amelia shudders, looking over at Thomas’ food as he sits perched in his little wooden high chair, feeding more of his face than his mouth but proudly brandishing his spoon unaided just before his first birthday.

“It’s stewed apples,” you respond, “perfectly tasty; you love apples, Amelia.”

“Not apple soup,” she responds, pulling a nauseated face.

“Eat your chicken, please,” Benedict soothes.

“I don’t like it anymore,” she opines dramatically, crossing her little arms and frowning so hard her whole face scrunches up.

“Yes, you do,” he laughs, “you were just eating it.”

“Well, I changed my mind,” she sniffs and pushes away her plate. “May I get down and play?”

“No love, you have to wait until we are all finished,” you reply calmly.

“Whyyyy,” she whines petulantly, pouting in rather an epic way. If James is your artist and Isobel is your lawyer, Amelia is most certainly your actress, prone to dramatic outbursts.

“Appdebaba!!!!” Thomas chatters happily, waving his spoon at Amelia, flicking tiny flecks of apple in the general vicinity.

Amelia’s little pout cracks, and she can’t help the giggle that erupts at Thomas’ antics.

“See, my heart, even your baby brother knows polite table manners,” Benedict points out.

“Daddy, I don’t want more dinner. Can I sit on your lap, please?” She wheedles, already sidling over and clambering into his lap. He will never say no to his babies, and she knows it.

“Just this once,” he sighs, knowing he is lying to himself.

“Why can’t I sit in your lap, daddy?” Isobel pipes up. “I’ve been a good girl and finished all of my dinner,” she adds, pointedly holding up her plate to prove her case.

“Fine,” he capitulates, knowing he will have no peace this dinnertime. Amelia perches on his left leg as Isobel climbs up onto his right. You huff, bemused, as you watch your husband holding both his daughters, unable to finish his meal but looking happier than ever.

“James, what are you reading?” you address your eleven-year-old son, who is now engrossed in a book; he is ignoring everyone.

“The Swiss Family Robinson,” he responds. “It’s an amazing adventure story.”

“That’s wonderful, but it is rather impolite to read at the dinner table, my dear,” you denote diplomatically.

“I have finished my dinner, but, as you said, we have to wait for everyone else to be done; I thought it more polite to read quietly than complain like Amelia,” he replies airily, frowning at his younger sister.

She sticks her tongue out at him, and you watch James pull the exact meh-meh-meh mocking face you have seen Benedict aim at Anthony on many occasions. The resemblance is sometimes frightening.

“Estiplifffff,” Thomas adds, spit-bubbling apple all over his face but grinning triumphantly.

You sigh. “I recall a time when I could have dinner peacefully without sudden chicken hating, apple splattered everywhere, and book reading,” you say pointedly, but to no one in particular.

“Yes, but mummy, wasn’t that time so very boring?” Your tiny lawyer argues from her father’s lap.

Benedict chuckles.

“Isobel has a point, my love,” he replies mildly.

You look around the dinner table at the five beautiful faces that are your whole world. She’s right. As she usually is.

“Mama-mama,” Thomas babbles, looking directly at you.

“Did he just…?” you gasp, clutching your hand over your heart.

“I think he did,” Benedict agrees, a huge smile breaking out on his face.

“Oh, my darling Thomas!” You exclaim and grab him from his high chair, cuddling him tight, uncaring of all the apple mess being mashed into your dress. “Yes! I am your mama!”

“Mama mama mmm,” he chatters again, with a four-toothed grin, wiping his apple-y hands on your cheeks for good measure.

In an ebullient mood, you twirl around with Thomas in your arms until you are behind your husband, both daughters still in his lap.

“You are right, Isobel,” you smile at your eldest daughter over Benedict’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t change this for the world.”

Apropos of nothing, except perhaps feeling left out, James leaves his seat and comes to hug you as you stand behind Benedict. He’s so tall now that he is up to your shoulder, but you happily wrap your spare arm around him as he curls into you, and you kiss his hair.

And there you stand for a few moments of bliss amongst the chaos, James and Thomas in your arms, Isobel and Amelia in Benedict’s.

Benedict tilts back over his chair with a grin, and you can’t help but lean over and land a kiss upside down on his lips.

The beautiful moment is broken by the chorus of disapproving noises from your three oldest children at their parents' display of affection, and you giggle against each other’s lips.

“Umm a nooooo,” Thomas even opines, which has you and Benedict breaking out into belly laughs, foreheads touching.

Some family dinner moments are so very precious.

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Moments only taglist: @queenofshinigamis @khaleesjj @starslibrary @magical-spit @honeylovemoon @justwant2read8421

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mamabearwonders · 2 months

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Progressive Parenting Dinnertime & Making It Fun (CW: Images of Food/Eating Utensils below). No almond mom parenting here.

My Style🐻🧺🌲 ~

🍃Have little picnic adventures - eat outside sometimes

🍃Make food look a little fun (I included pics of Zoo Animal plates)!

🍃Include them in the meal plan and shopping list

🍃No "if you don't wanna eat go to bed hungry" like wtf

🍃Snacks are okay - more nutrition dense or not

🍃Bedtime snacks and after school snacks are great go for it

🍃Trailing off that - no food is bad food unless it's expired

🍃The kitchen doesn't close at night - if they want a midnight snack, that's ok - we can have one together lol

🍃A "snack plate" before dinner is okay

🍃If a kid doesn't want to eat something, instead of being rude, treat them like a human being and ask why

🍃No "clean plate club" if they're full they're full

🍃Not having people around them that comment on their eating or appearance

🍃Teach your kid that their worth is more than their appearance

🍃Don't compare them to others - "but your sibling likes-!" makes it awkward for both

🍃No pressure in trying new foods, but if it happens positive words of "wow, great job!"

🍃Instead of "you want more?" which sounds judgy, just tell them there's more if they like

🍃"If you eat x food, you can have x food" makes one food seem superior, just serve it alongside the other food

🍃"That's enough of-" shush, let them eat

🍃"You HAVE to try one bite" - just don't make comments on your kids eating that can be taken as power trippy or rude

🍃"I was good today so I deserve a treat!" Kids will associate food as something that needs to be earned

Mealtimes should be fun. Not full of pressure, judgment, criticism or force. Creating a safe environment with food will help curbing early EDs and have your kid come to you if they're having an issue since they know you're safe.

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 1 year

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Welcome, Mod Ammo! Do you have a top 5 (or 6 or 7 or 12) fics to add to the mod recs?

Oh ho ho boy do I have recs! These aren’t in any particular order, but here’s just a few of my favorites.

Follow the Lights by CluelessMoose - Someone's messed with some of the shrines, and it's up to Link to find out what the hell is going on. And alright, maybe it's less a man hunt than it is a series of rescue missions, but as the Champion and the only one able to travel across the shrines he's the only chance these mysterious travelers have. (Love love love this fic and it’s sister fic. Really good Wild whump and it has Chain with a soul bond which I adore.)

Level One by LightBlueScrubs - A deafening roar filled his head, drowning out the noise of the trauma bay. He saw nothing except the limp body with the scars he knew by heart. At the Regional Trauma Center, a surgeon faces his deepest fear. (I’ve recced this fic to several friends and they’ve all loved it as much as I do. One of those fics you read and know that the author knows what they’re talking about. Great whump and you learn something new all the time while reading.)

Reunion Tour by coolcrocs - It's been done. The Heroes of Hyrule have come together and saved the day, once and for all. And though their victory meant that they'd never see each other again, the memories that they made would be looked back on fondly, as a reminder of days gone by. Ten years later, the portals start opening up again. (Love this little look into the heroes' lives after their adventures and seeing where they’ve ended up ten years down the line, as well as how they handle the changes in each other. Just a fun read all around.)

memories misplaced by wheatbreadslice - Link feels like he’s forgetting something. There are names on the tip of his tongue that he just can't quite recall. Trinkets in his bag that don’t belong to him, scars he’s not sure when he got, tendencies and habits he’s never had before. Really, he’s been living in his house for a year now. Why is his first instinct to pull out a bedroll at night? It takes him an extra second at dinnertime to remember he has to actually get up and cook it-- what’s that all about? Since when, on his harp, do his fingers drift to notes by muscle memory of tunes he’s never heard of? But he’s solved a few puzzles in his time. He’s solved seven-- no, six-- (seven? Where’d that number come from?)-- six adventures’ worth of them. And that’s more than enough to figure this single one out. Write down for the history books that the Hero of Legend is nothing if not curious, and nothing if not determined. Or: in which the timeline's gotta pretend to stay intact somehow. They all get around it anyways. (Legends pov is always great and this fic where hylia is trying to hold the timeline together with butter and hope is amazing. Love post LU fics, especially ones that go the extra mile like this one.)

hero’s spirit by wheatbreadslice - Wind sees ghosts on their adventure. Some are more familiar than others. (Love when people use Wind being able to see ghosts as a story mechanic and this one is really good.)

This got a little long, but I hope you find something to enjoy here! I have a lot more I'd like to rec, but they'll have to wait for another time.

#mod ammo #linked universe #fic recs #lu fic finder

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mightymizora · 8 months

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And it's time for another in-universe Bard song. Here's one about dealing with the Devil (for Wyll, though I want to try and get a ballad about his brush with a Minotaur done too)

From the day I was born I’ve had luck in spades From the day I first came into fortune’s shade I’ve a charmed old life with me charming smile And fate’s turned a smile back to me all the while So when monsters call, when I’m all afeared I just take a breath and my courage steer Oh the turn of fate comes for some you see But a devil’s talons never fall on me From the day I was born I’ve been brave and bold With the cunning required for me to grow old I’ve had romps and raves, I’ve adventures fine But I’m always back home before my dinnertime So when she came to me with a bag of gold Temptation was there, if the truth be told Oh the turn of fate comes for most you see But the devil’s talons rarely fall on me From the day I was born I’ve had wit and guile And a wish for a fancy living all the while And when she came to me with butter and bread Well, the thought of dining went straight to my head For I knew I was safe in my lucky spell But that she was a foe that knew me too well Oh the turn of fate comes for all you see And the devil’s talon got a hold on me

Previous songs:

Karsus' Folly

The Vampire's Prize

A Shadowed Heart

#wyll ravengard #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bard songs #dungeons and dragons

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marimoralesx · 9 months

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The next bestselling recollection of Hermes and Tiny Tom's adventures through the multiverse! ✨

There's so much to see and do! As long as they're back by dinnertime lmao

#empires smp season 2 #empires smp fanart #ani arts #empires smp #empires smp hermes #empires smp tiny tom #tiny tom #empires s2 #yes i just remembered i have a tumblr and am posting on it lol

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 3 months

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This is a Gift

5 times Astarion told Octavia "This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it" and 1 time she said it to him. Mildly NSFW in some spots and cw referencing sexual assault

“I only need a taste, I swear.” Just a taste. One little taste. You’re a sweet…not so little…thing. Please. One small taste.

Octavia hesitated for a moment and then sighed. “Fine. But not a drop more than you need.”

Finally. Finally!!! “Really? I-of course. Not one drop more. Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” He watched as Octavia lay back down on her bedroll, noticing she was as tense as a board. Relax. It shouldn’t hurt too much. I hope. When his fangs plunged into her neck, she gasped. Seven hells, if she does that simply from this, I wonder how she sounds when she comes. All in good time, sweetness. I think I have you wrapped around my finger. More. Must have more…

“Astarion, please—” she said with urgency.

And dinnertime is over! “Ah! That-that was amazing. My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…happy!” Astarion offered Octavia a hand and helped her to her feet. She is…quite beautiful in the moonlight. It’ll make what I must do easier, I suppose.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”

“Shouldn’t take long. So many people need killing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” As he turned to leave, he stopped. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.” For the first time in a long time, I will trance with a full stomach. Thank you, Octavia dear.

***

“Astarion, look out!” Octavia screamed as a goblin archer took aim at the elven vampire. Luckily for him, he was able to dodge the arrow. Mostly. It tore the leather on my armor! That little shit! But if she hadn’t warned me, I’m fairly sure that would’ve been a critical hit.

After the battle ended, he walked up to the curvaceous tiefling and grinned. Lay on the charm. She adores it. So easy to please… “Thanks for the heads up, my dear. Now, how should I reward you?”

Her eyes widened. “Um, you’re welcome? I don’t need or want anything, Astarion.”

More charm. “Darling, there must be something.” He flashed his best grin and put a hand on one of his hips. They always want something. Just need to figure out what you want.

To his astonishment, she shrugged in quite possibly the most adorably awkward way ever. She’s such a sweetheart. “I just want you to be safe. That’s all.” Their conversation was interrupted by the Scratch familiar barking. “Looks like he’s found something!” She smiled and walked quickly to the dog.

She…doesn’t want anything. Only for me to be safe. Watching Octavia and Gale cheer Karlach on as she dug to get to whatever treasure Scratch found, he felt tears in his ruby eyes. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

***

“Did you honestly think, boy, that you could evade me forever? Play adventurer with this…thing?” Cazador sneered, telepathically holding Octavia by the throat. I can’t move. Why can’t I move? Her tail thrashed back and forth. Her bright blue eyes were full of terror. “I thought I raised you better than that. No, I won’t use her for the ritual.” He leered at her, undoing the pins in her hair that Astarion had set that morning. “She’ll make a fine meal after I force you to watch me take her.”

No. Gods no. No. No! NO!

Her eyes somehow got wider. Try to break free, my love. You’re so much stronger than you think you are. “Astarion…” she managed to choke out. “Astarion…”

“Astarion? Love?”

It all happened in seconds.

He sat up straight as he woke from the nightmare.

He screamed her name.

He had not realized that while he was thrashing that he hit her.

“Ow! Astarion, calm down! It’s okay! I’m right here, love! It’s okay.” She pinched her nose with one hand and tentatively reached for him with the other.

What…fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I’ve hurt her. Shit. I never want to hurt her, and she’s…fuck. Monster. You’re nothing but a monster. He crawled away from her slowly, holding up his shaking hands. “Forgive me. I-I…”

“Is everything alright in there?”

“Fine, Shadowheart. Just having a bit of a nosebleed, but it’s already slowing down.”

“Just make sure Astarion doesn’t drain you dry.” She snarked as she left. Octavia peered through the tent flaps to make sure she was gone before she turned to Astarion.

“Love—”

Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, darling. I’m so sorry. I…I’m…” He felt himself uncontrollably trembling and wet, hot tears dripping down his pale cheeks.

Octavia slowly moved towards him, a warm smile on her face. “Hey, it’s okay. The bleeding’s already stopped, so that’s good. Do you want to talk about it?” She sat next to him and put her right hand palm up on her thigh. If I touch her hand, then she has permission to touch me. A nice little idea she had a while back so I could establish boundaries. My darling is so brilliant. One of his pale hands rested in hers, and he gripped it. Hard. She’s here. She’s fine. She’s safe. She’s perfect. She’s safe. She’s safe…

He shook his head. “No. I frankly never wish to think of it again.”

She nodded. “Do you want to sit here for a while? Do you want to feed? What can I do for you?”

“Hold me, my love.” Astarion was not entirely sure the words left his lips because he said them so softly, but she must have heard. Scooching next to him, one long arm went around his shoulders while the other held a hand. They sat in silence for some time before Octavia fell back asleep.

He watched over her, noting the small smile on her face.

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

***

“Sweetness, do you mind if we take a raincheck for tonight?” Astarion asked hesitantly, watching Octavia read a book in their room at the Elfsong Tavern. The original plan had been a date night and lovemaking, but even though I wish to, I simply…I can’t. Not tonight.

She looked up from her book and smiled. “Of course, love. Do you still want to go out?”

He frowned. “No. I think for tonight I need some time to myself.” It’s not you, dear. Please don’t think it. I know how you are. You will and then you’ll feel awful, and I’ll feel awful.

“Fine with me.” She closed her book and set it aside. “Hmmm, maybe I could persuade Gale to teach me lanceboard—”

“Darling, please don’t torture yourself.” Who in their right mind would have Gale teach them anything, let alone lancecboard? He rolled his eyes. “Darling, love yourself.”

She rose from her chair, her expression a mix of amused and peeved. “Oh, hush you! Be nice to Gale. He’s a wonderful man and a lovely friend.” She shifted uneasily. “I just didn’t want to automatically say Halsin lest it make you feel bad…because I never want you to feel that way ever again.”

She truly is the sweetest. How lucky am I? He took one of her hands and brought it to his lips. “My dear, I’m always tickled pink when you’re with Halsin. And you always come back so delightfully,” smirking, his fingers danced over the base of her tail. A guaranteed moan every time! “fuck drunk.”

She moaned uneasily, her cheeks turning a dark pink. “I’ll, um, keep that in mind for later, love.” Quickly giving him a kiss, she maneuvered around him to grab her bag and checked her hair. “You relax tonight, okay? There’s still a lot ahead of us I fear, and I worry.” You always worry. Far, far too much.

“Then follow your own advice and relax, sweetness. Now, shoo! Go relax or rut or whatever filthy things you two do.” And soon, very soon I think, I want to watch. He kissed her and guided her outside their room, a deliriously happy grin on her face. Gods, her smile. Perfect in every way. She waved and then practically skipped to Halsin’s door. Astarion watched as she explained that her plans changed and then Halsin wrapped his thick arms around her and nearly lifted her off the ground. They both laughed and then shuffled into his room, the door closing with a bang.

As he laid back down and opened his book, he smiled. “Octavia, my everything---this is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

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“A-are you certain, my love?” Astarion asked with uncertainty. “Halsin darling? Is it true?”

Halsin nodded as he poured some tea. “Yes. Our family will be expecting a little one again in the summer, and this time—”

“The cub is yours, Star.” Octavia said dreamily, hands on her belly. “Just like we wanted.”

Five years since Ianfir’s birth. Three since we started trying for another.

Before he knew it, Octavia reached him in three strides and embraced him, her nose in his white curls. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. How the three of us have wanted another child, but my sweet treat has wanted this so badly. “I think the newest cub is a girl.” She smiled, still holding him. “Wouldn’t that be lovely?

A little girl.

With my eyes and her nose.

Pale ginger curls.

A tail that will wrap around my hand like Ianfir’s did when he was a baby.

She’ll have Octavia’s smile.

He wept into her shoulder. “Yes. Yes, it would. We’ll name her Helestina. It’s such a beautiful name.” Some time ago, Octavia surprised me with records she obtained from Baldur’s Gate---records of my birth, my graduation from law school, my installation as a magistrate, cases I had ruled on, and my obituary.

Helestina…was my mother.

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youvebeenlivingfictionalnbcyoa · 1 year

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Eh, what the hell. A couple more won’t hurt, right?

Starting Choose Your Own Adventure Post

Warnings: Drinking; mention of someone being sick, not shown; fluff; Nathan being himself

“Uh…You know what,” You shake your head a little bit, smiling nervously. “I think this is about as hard as I’m gonna play. Might snag one more, but—”

“Shots!” William calls from the kitchen. You bite your lip as he pokes his head into the living room, smiling widely and expectantly, waiting for the group’s approval.

“...Yeah,” You agree after a moment. “Sure, what the hell. Let’s do shots.”

“Atta girl,” Bateman grins, patting your shoulder.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Dan asks, arching a brow.

“Nope!” You chirp. “But if you idiots are doing it, I may as well.”

“What was that about you kissing up?” Nathan asks, leaving back against the fireplace.

“That was your suggestion. Never said whether or not I'd listen.”

Nathan’s smile widens. For the first time since you arrived, it doesn’t feel contentious between the two of you. It should. The man may as well be staring you down—but his gaze is more appraising than combative. That should freak you out more.

You don’t have a chance to dwell on it. William is walking into the room, and Kyoko is trailing him with a tray full of shots and lime wedges. You reach out, taking hold of one and peering into it.

“Lime?” Nathan asks when you don’t take it.

“Nah,” You shake your head.

“Hardcore,” Dan teases.

“Alright. Quick toast before we take these,” Nathan warns.

“Alright, I’ll be honest,” Nathan looks around to all of you. “When, uh…When I woke up with a hangover and three confirmations that you guys would be coming, I dreaded it basically immediately. But,” He adds over Dan’s guffaw, “So far, this isn’t that bad. So—” He holds his shot glass aloft. “Here’s to the next few days. Team-building, teaching Will to box, and checking me for polyps.”

You let out a quiet eugh as the four of your clink your glasses. You raise the shot to your lips, draining it. You don’t wince as you typically would—it doesn’t burn like the shit well tequila you get for free when you go out.

“That’s not bad,” You mutter.

“Better not be, it’s $1,500 a bottle. Alright,” Nathan nods the three of you toward the hall. “Dinnertime, let’s go.”

“You’re not—No no no, hang on,” Nathan reaches out, stilling your hips. Your stomach flutters with the feeling—the weight and warmth of the press, and the steadiness of it. But he practically has to yell over the music, pressing up against your back to be heard. You wince with the sound, and the smell of more tequila on his breath. You scrub your hands over your eyes, steadying yourself, and trying to keep your head from spinning any more.

“You’re going into the turn too soon,” He adds.

“No I am not,” You argue.

“You are! Dan, tell her.”

“If I spin one more time, ‘m gonna be sick,” You hear somewhere behind you.

“Get some water, Willy. Lukewarm,” Nathan councils, “Walk it off. Hey, you want bread?”

“Yeah…Where’d the kitchen go?”

You giggle at the phrasing, hinging forward at the hips as Dan hooks an arm through William’s.

“C’mon, Willy,” Dan adds. “Let’s get you some bread, and the rest of us, um—More tequila? What are we feeling?”

“I’m good with that.” Nathan squeezes your hips, spurring a new peal of laughter. His grip only tightens as you squirm. “I think gigglepuss here is, too.”

“Shut up,” You manage through your giggles, adding, “I’ll take some, thanks, Dan.”

“Sure. Will—Will. This way,” Dan reaches out, opening the door and steering a stumbling Will into the hallway. You smile as they go, straightening fully. It’s only then that you realize Nathan is still holding on to you. You glance back toward him, prepared to tease, and go quiet as his gaze sweeps your face.

“...I’m not going into the turn too soon,” You argue.

“Yeah, you are.”

“Well,” You step out of his grasp and wander over to the table, taking up your drink and the stereo remote. “I like my way better.” You turn the music down, tossing the remote onto the couch. You tuck your hand into your pocket, taking a sip as you sway lightly to the music. You glance back as Nathan comes closer. He stops beside you, taking up his beer from where he’d set it down.

“I think Will’s gonna throw up,” You comment, glancing toward the door.

“I’d be shocked if he didn’t.”

You grin, turning and plopping down to sit on the coffee table.

“You know I’ve got a couch,” He points, “Right there?”

“Mm. Too far.”

Nathan chuckles, lowering himself to sit beside you. There’s plenty of room, but he plops down right beside you, his thigh brushing, then pressing against yours.

“...I gotta tell you, Bateman,” You nudge your knee lightly against his. “This doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would.”

“What doesn’t? The drinks?”

“Any of it,” You shrug. “The dancing, the alcohol…You.”

“I don’t suck?”

“Not as much as I thought, no.”

“See, I take issue with that statement,” Nathan reaches up, drawing his glasses off of his face, “Because it implies that you still think I suck a little. And I think, given the circumstances,” He leans a little closer, his arm nudging yours. “That I am being very nice.”

“Mm, well I think,” You lean into him, pushing his shoulder lightly with yours, “That you could stand to be even nicer.”

“No, not possible. That could be fatal.”

“We don’t want that?”

“Ouch,” Nathan huffs a laugh. “If I had less of a sense of humor, I’d think that was a threat.”

“Oh, please,” You scoff, setting your drink down and planting your hands on the table behind you. “As if you’d ever take me seriously.”

The weighty silence that follows tells you that you may’ve been wrong. You glance toward Nathan and find him watching you closely. There’s a flush that’s risen his cheeks, from the drinking and dancing; his gaze is dark and heavy, and feels more direct without his glasses.

“I take you seriously.”

They’re four simple, calmly spoken words, but they suck all of the air out of the room. You swallow thickly, suddenly sharply aware of your heart thudding in your chest.

“You wouldn’t be working for me if I didn’t,” He adds.

You nod a little bit. It’s fair; you can’t fault him for it. This company is his baby, his entire life.

“You take me seriously?” He presses, raising his brows.

“...Mostly.”

“Why mostly?”

“Because you invited us out here on a tipsy whim.”

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made all year.”

You smile a little, unable to help it.

“Who knew you were such a softy?”

“Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Secret’s safe with me.”

“You promise?”

“I do,” You chuckle. “Cross my heart.”

Nathan nods, eyes lazily wandering your face. You can’t help but notice the way his haze drops to your lips, and lingers. You absently lick your lips, stomach flipping as he tracks the movement. Holy hell. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Bateman might be interested in you.

But then, maybe you don’t know better. Nathan leans closer, raising one of his hands to rest on your lower back. He smooths it up slowly, drawing you up from your slight lean. You shiver as he presses closer, his nose brushing yours.

“...You sure you wanna do this?” You murmur. “This might be another tipsy whim.”

“Might be,” He agrees, lips brushing yours. “But the last one worked out pretty damn well.”

“The guys could walk in.”

“I doubt they’ve found the kitchen.”

“That’s true.”

“You want me to stop, I will.”

You let your gaze flutter to his lips before you shake your head a little. “I didn’t say that.”

Nathan’s lips curl into a smile. You only get to see a bit of it before he closes the distance between you. Your eyes slip shut at the first press of his plush mouth. You raise your hand, cupping his cheek and letting out a soft, stunned moan as he pulls you into his side. You tip your head, smiling and squirming as his fingers dip under the hem of your shirt.

“I’m not sleeping with you tonight—and if I do later, it's not just because you��re my boss,” You warn between kisses.

“No?” Nathan chuckles, “I bet William would.”

“Take that up with him.”

“No thanks.” He smooths his other hand up your thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I’ve got my hands full as it is.”

#Eh. what the hell. A couple more won’t hurt right?

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